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Posted On: September 24th 2026, 05:28 am

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"سأعلمك النظافة يوما ما".. الرئيس الأمريكي دونالد ترمب يهاجم الرئيس الأسبق باراك أوباما خلال تجمع انتخابي في ولاية آيوا، بعدما انتقده الأخير بـ "انشغاله بالزخارف في البيت الأبيض بينما يخوض الشعب حربا ضد ارتفاع الأسعار" #فيديو
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🚨James Estep, 35, of Mesa, Arizona, has been sentenced to nearly 30 years in prison after pleading guilty to four counts of s*xual assault and one count of attempted s*xual assault. Prosecutors described him as a serial r*pist linked to attacks on multiple women in the East Valley between roughly 2018 and 2023. One case involved Estep offering a 15-year-old girl a ride at a light-rail station, then punching and strangling her during the assault. He had been arrested twice earlier in 2023; prosecutors declined to proceed at those points due to insufficient evidence. Estep accepted a plea deal avoiding being sentenced to hundreds of years in prison. DNA evidence and other links connected him across cases. He will also face lifetime probation. He represented himself in court and never apologized. Public posts on his Facebook page include selfies that confirm his identity and a pro-Trump 4th of July post. The sentence includes credit for time served; he is expected to be released around 2055 if the terms are served in full.
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“At 8:00 AM, I’m in a white coat at the hospital, treating patients in pain. At 8:00 PM, I’m behind a DJ console, setting the stage on fire. How? Because I chose to have it all. Growing up in a village in Rajasthan, girls were raised with one silent rule: don’t cause a stir, get a degree, and settle down. Until 11th grade, I didn’t even speak English. I had asthma, and during my 12th boards, inhalers failed me; I took injections just to sit through my papers. Still, I scored a 100 in Biology, cracked NEET, and landed an All-India dental seat in Punjab. Once college started, life settled into a rigid rhythm. My hospital duties ended at 2:30 PM, leaving the rest of the afternoon wide open. One day, I randomly filled out a form to volunteer for a music company. During concerts, standing backstage and watching DJs control the entire crowd, I thought, Why not me? I pestered the DJs after the show, asking them to teach me. They showed me the basics. I bought my own console, hauled it to my hostel room, and spent my late nights teaching myself how to beat-match and drop tracks. But the backlash was instant. In college, a professor singled me out and bullied me for having a life outside medicine. It got so toxic that in third year, I had a severe panic attack and collapsed in the hallway. I had two choices: shrink to make them comfortable, or hit back harder. I kept up with my hospital attendance, studied relentlessly, and won an academic medal that year. That’s when the whispers died. Soon after, I co-founded a medical study app and continued working on my skills as a DJ. Recently, my app received funding, and the same company I had been volunteering with launched me on stage for my debut set in front of thousands. Today, my schedule is pure adrenaline. Some nights, I’m working on my startup till 5:00 AM, sleeping for two hours and then reporting for hospital duty at 8:00 AM. Once my mandatory hospital internship ends next month, I’m booking my parents front-row tickets so my dad can watch his doctor daughter own the stage. So, whether it’s a patient waiting for me at the hospital or a crowd waiting for me on stage, I have one plan: show up and give
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